I watched her enter my room. I have to do this. I need to tell her the truth. But why am I so nervous?
‘Because you're afraid of what will be the outcome of your confession. You lied to our mate and made her suffer out there.’ My wolf said.
Maybe my wolf is right but she will not reject me, right? I mean, all I did was for her too.
"My King, you’re asking for my presence?" She asks. She's still wearing that shirt given by a male wolf in the crowd.
My wolf wants to tear that shirt off her.
"Yes, I need to tell you something, but can you change? I don't like seeing you in other male clothes." I said.
"Your Majesty, this shirt was given to me by my brother." She said.
I see. Now is the time.
I pulled my gloves off my hands. I looked into her eyes and took a step forward. She looks ne
